The light of grace…
by Bonnie Pockley
“I feel the same way about solitude… It’s the light of grace for me. I never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying out an act of mercy toward myself.”
― Peter Høeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow
I don’t know about you but there are times that I feel a little world-weary. From this comes a desperate need to be alone – as if seeing someone on the street is akin to being stripped bare and left vulnerable, lame. To accomodate this mood, I tend to retreat for a while, not because anything in particular is wrong but because it is a form of sanctuary. It is here that I cater to another world, an inner world. Here what feeds me isn’t poetry and art, conversation and connection, complexity and nuance but the clear outlook of the open sky and the golden plains.